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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
Skip town will appear on the king cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
Stop traffic them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet,
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing luck
I be lacing them up boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the attention away my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,